As I look over what was my land, I fall apart as if I were sand.

All of this could have been avoided, if I had just paid attention to the warnings.

As my vision goes black, I remember the past,

Of when I was happy.

Hydrus, by my side,

my lovely husband, far from his time to die,

By my side.

“ Dear, just calm down- “ ,

He would say before I hit the ground.

If he were here, he would kn...

We are born into this world

And told to speak

To express ourselves

To tell others of our needs

To speak in your mother tongue

That you learn so early on

Growing comfortable in speech

Talking to people on the daily

Communicating like we were born to

But when I speak it’s different

It’s a nervous feeling using my mother tongue

Having to speak to others

Or anyone at all

So nervous that when I speak m...

Am I blind?

I can’t see clearly.

Am I wrong?

I don’t know what’s right.

Am I selfish?

I wouldn’t know what was kind.

So yes,

I am blind.

Yes,

I am wrong.

Yes,

I am selfish.

But I am blind because I see a different way.

I am wrong because I disagree with what they call “right.”

I am selfish because I chose my own path.

But…

If I see a different way,

Disagree with the chosen path,

Forge my own…

W...

Do whispers get lost in outer space?

Or in some far away, magical place?

Is hope just a tease, playing hard to get,

Leaving us with nothing but pain and regret?

What's love, anyway? A sweet little lie,

A daydream lost in the big blue sky?

Do stars even care what we're going through,

Or are they just shining without a clue?

Where's the wind rushing off to so fast,

Why doesn’t anything beautiful...

Is it me or is it you?

Will we make it through?

An unrequited love brew.

Is it me or is it she?

Over time I can clearly see,

Somewhere else you’d rather be.

Is it she or is it me?

Will you set one of us free?

Est-ce que tu m’as menti?...

Am I feeling what you’re feeling

Do I have a view inside

Is it empathy or arrogance

To think I know your mind

I’m upset when you’re upset

That I’m upset tha— stop.

Is it insight or insanity

To guess what’s in your thoughts

Sometimes when I’m in tune

with all your nuances and moods

With things I couldn’t, shouldn’t know

But feel as though I do

I wonder if I’m penning my own

Stories onto you

Tal...

Who truly am I?

Why am I here?

What is my purpose?

When did I stop being a familiar face?

Who’s this person that I made up?

And when did I change?

Who’s the person I am inside?

Who’s the one that people know?

When did I grow up?

Who’s this girl I used to know?

Why did she did she disappear?

I really must know.

When did I become a stranger?

When did I stop knowing me?

Who’s this girl I used to kno...

Is this the right thing to do?

I wish I knew, but I’m only twenty two.

Does this make me weak?

Choosing myself over the meek.

“Legs up here, hon.

Don’t worry. You’ll soon be done.”

A single tear slides from my eye.

Is it right to let my baby die?

The father is gone, no where to be seen.

My parents only bit of advice: “At least you’re not sixteen.”

Is this reason enough?

I take a deep br...

Since when did this dark edifice become ubiquitous?

Since when did truth become a tool with which to twist and disabuse?

Must it take a million deaths before they act with er?

Or am I wrong to think there’s more to loathe than what they claim is there?

Is it them, or is it me? Who decides reality?...

Why do I ask so many questions?

Is it because I’m dumb?

Is it because I’m lost?

Or is it because I will never run out of them, like I run out of answers?...